Merlin Headcanons

Fault

Arhur was dead, killed by yet another witch determined to punish Uther for the death of her son.

Merlin annihilated her.

"Sorcerer!" Uther shouted. He always was more comfortable with rage than grief.

It was over. It was all over. Arthur was dead. He had punished the poor mother, but it wasn't her fault. Not really. It was his failure. His fault. His burden, and he couldn't carry it, he wouldn't -

"Sorcerer!"

Merlin turned his back on Arthur's corpse as he looked at Uther. It didn't have to be his fault, did it? It wasn't. He hadn't started this. Uther had. It was his fault, all his.

A bit of fire danced in his hands.

He smiled. "Warlock, actually."

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A/N: This is not a Multiverses story. Sorry. It was all I had. It does, however, fulfill my Dark!Merlin prompt and hopefully makes Wolfdragon, who requested Uther finding out about Merlin's magic, happy.